Whiskey and the blues

At about the same time every year
Watch the young ladies dress strictly out of fear
And you love the lip-less
For their lack of hope
Blind men feel panicked
Sedated and full of dope
Manic impressionist
The doctors treat them all the same
You can point the finger at god
But who's really to blame?
You brought a knife to a gunfight
A box car to an indie race
When actors suffer from stage fright
The masked crowd laughs in their face
Oh please doctor!
Can you help me get over my fear of being terrified?
These thing that you do when you're delirious
It gets serious
But luckily you won't remember this time

An immaculate symphony

Herd the sheep in droves
They kick and scream for more
Sheer their fluffy wool
Store and preserve their soul
Voice lectured your fear
When the shouting grows a little near
Cut their chords and ties
They live on factory lies
Grass blades itch your body
For reasons well unknown
I think of myself as anybody
Wanderer in soul
Time presses on, no reason or rhyme
Behind those gold gates
In front of rainy days, sky crushing window gaze
Toss me a reason, I'll throw you hesitation
Ignore your state of mind
Stuck in the shade; a psychedelic air raid
Asking us to ignore the health care line
A dove perched and a crow beside
Fly harmoniously
An immaculate symphony
Souring o'er the evenings great tide
Great walls filled with bricks, layered by the middle class
All stifle their man made projects
As the devil in the red dress walks by with sass
Listen to the breeze, you can if you try
It seems that we'd rather not
In spite of popular belief, good shepherds tell lies
We ignore the words our nature speaks
The soil in the ground, we trek through with our feet
Geysers erupt, leave us standing in awe
Suppose a volcano erupts, do we still lose our jaws?
When at a standstill, where do you suppose we sit
When you've taxed our seat cushions
Still disc jockey's spin hits
I ask you this my friends
behind your brass name plates
Do you polish your medals
Before your wives awake?
A rich mahogany casket
Is where you all belong
If a sin is really a sin
You've committed them all
You've committed high treason
Guilty of every crime
You live with the comfort of knowing you can take a bum's last dime
Nuclear strike, then what then?
I believe what it is; what we're all meant to be
Is the dog of the hero's son
In a cage, we aren't free
Good night and good morning
I guess we're all here just to have fun

The Poverty Draft

Suppose we lived in a world without war
Think for a second about what we're fighting for
The veil that blinds your fate
The mask that binds your face
How do we walk alone amongst the madness in stride?
Honest Abe tells lies
But who will survive?
Dynasty glasses and man made floods
To drive out the masses
The earth donates blood
Salt water to drink
And we damage our lungs
Who cares about life
Brains against guns
Brawn against bones
Divided the lemmings
Who killed Brian Jones?
Who started these killings?
Atticus Atticus, Ichbod Crane
Who fell down a mountain
While playing a game
Mysterious mind
Personality traits
They wish we were normal
Because I fucked all the saints
And I ripped off their wings
With my trustworthy dagger
Wearing a generals hat
I woke up with the Wagner's
Shouted at the barkers
In their cult like demeanor
They were broke
It's no joke, I think Gypsies are cleaner
They say that life comes with struggles
And studies abroad
For uncertain answers
Ask the children of god
Children of men
And women who cook
They read the holy bible, but never a book
Well, that's just the green that we live on these days
Not a red red sea
Or a hollowed out maze
For the great of mankind
Let us learn from our mistakes
We're faster than the fastest
Yet still in last place